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SEPTEMBER 15, 1908. 



Fort Totten. 

Aug. 11, Edward, Aug. 8 he- 
han tonpi; Michael Hunt qa Lu- 
cy Ianaiionpi cincapi. 

Aug. 19, John, Aug. 6 hehan 
tonpi; Joseph Gray Wind q a Li- 
ly Mibebeya cincapi. 

Aug. 22, Frank, Aug. 19 he- 
han tonpi; Louis Demarce qa 
Mary Wa shin gton cincapi . 

Emma,. Aug. 12 hehan tonpi, 
Philip Lohnes qa Helen Jette 


Fort Totten, Aug. 23, Oicobe 
ta. Tatankafiina tawicu. 
Sept. 4, James Wakanhotain ta. 


You are a sponsor for a child. 
You answer for it, took vows for 
it when it was baptized and made 
a member of Christ, the child of 
God, and an inheritor of the 
Kingdom of Heaven. This you 
did in the light of God and in 
presense of His ministers. 

Have you faithfully tried to do 
your duty as sponsor? 

If the child has wandered or 
been led away from the Church 
did you try, or are you trying to 
win it hack? 

Do you regularly 4 pray for your. 
God- child? 

Does it go to a Catholic school? 
If not, why not? 

Has it learned the catechism 
and other things which it ought 
to know, and which you are 
charged to see that it should be 

If its parents have been neg- 
lectful of their duties, have you 
more earnestly tried to perform 
the sponsorial duties that rest 
upon you? 

If the child is old enough, does 
it know that it is your God-child? 
Have you claimed it as such? 

As your position as sponsor is 
not an idle one, an empty honor, 
but of the most serious import- 
ance, it will be well for you to 
give the above questions your 
very earnest consideration. — Ex- 

Andrew Mack after a world 
tour has just returned to Boston. 
He is full of anecdotes, among 
them he tells the following: 

While going on a car in the 
Killarney District, I noted one 
thing. We were talking about 
the poverty of the Irish people. 
We had on the car with us an 
Irish lady and gentleman, an 
English woman and myself. Dur- 
ing the journey this English wo- 
man lost her purse. After go- 
ing a half or three quarters of a 
mile, she discovered the fact and 
she became very excited, and 
shouted to the carman: 

''Stop the car, stop the car! I 
have lost my purse and it con- 
tained twenty pounds and my re- 
turn ticket. What shall I do? 
I may never expect it back again.' 
The car man said to her: "Now, 
don't be disturbed, madam, if you 
have lost anything on the road, 
you will surely get it back, and 
we will drive on." 

She said: "Stop this car, I must 
haye my purse." 

"Now" he said. "Don't get 
excited. Somebody will pick it 
up and by the time we get to the 
hotel, they will return it. These 
Irish people are honest." 

"Do you know there is twenty 
pounds, one hundred dollars in 
that purse," she said. "Think 
what that amount of money 
would mean to these people?" 

"I want to tell you, madam," 
he said, " that these Irish peo- 
ple are honest enough to return 

Well, the three of us insisted 
that he drive on, and we had on- 
ly arrived at our destination 
when a little Irish boy came run- 
ning up, touching his hat, and 

"Begging your honor's pardon, 
is the owner of this, here? hold- 
ing up the purse. The woman 
grabbed it and said: 

"There, that's mine withou a 
thought of gratitude. 

Said I: "Here my dear madam, 
it seems that the carman's story 
is true. Open your purse. 

She opened it, and found the 
contents intact, the twenty 
pounds and her return ticket. 

"Well, she said, "I could hard- 
ly believe it." 

The carman said: "It is a very 
hard thing to make you English 
believe anything that is good 
about the Irish." 

She very magnanimously ten- 
dered the boy a six pence. I 
need not tell you that the other 
three of the party made up a 
purse for the little lad, unknown 
to the loser of the purse, and I 
might also add that it contained 
a great deal more than sixpence. 


It is the carving of Christ on 
the cross executed and erected 
entirely by tbe Spanish tribe of 
Indians at their reservation, 
North Vancover, B. C. The cross 
is in one piece, cut from maho- 
gany, and the figure is also in 
one piece, carved from a hard 
white ivy tree which grows in 
the mountains, around the reser- 
vation. The carving is a master- 
piece, and shows every vein and 
muzzle that a living figure would 
show. A magnifying glass will 
reveal the following inscription 
on the base of the cross: "Me- 
morial of Solemn Homage to Our 
Lord Jesus Christ. Erected by 
the Spanish Indians. A. D. 1900. 


BENEDICTION is the bless- 
ing of the people by Jesus Christ, 
really present in the blessed Sa- 

After the candles are lighted 
upon the altar the priest takes 
the Host consecrated at Mass out 
of the tabernacle and places it in 
a stand of gold or silver called 
monstrance or ostensorium, 
which remains upon the altar or 
upon an elevated throne where 
it may be. seen by all the people, 
who kneel and adore the Saviour. 

The priest then puts incense 
into the thurible and waves it 
three times in ' the direction of 
the Blessed Sacrament as a sym- 
bol of the people's prayer. "Let 
my prayer be directed as incense 
in Thy sight," (Ps. cxl. 2.) The 
choir or the people sing special 
hymns in honor of Jesus Christ, 

usually "O Salutaris Hostia" 
[O Saving Victim], and the "Tan- 
tum Ergo" [Down in Adoration 

Then placing over his shoul- 
ders a long silk scarf called the 
humeral veil, the priest takes up 
the monstrance and with it makes 
the sign of the cross over the 
people, and thus the Eucharistic 
Christ blesses the people. 

There, is no more beautiful or 
impressing ceremony in the Ca- 
tholic Church, as many non-Ca- 
tholics who have witnessed it 
have testified. After the Bene- 
diction the cosecrated Host is 
again placed in the tabernacle, 
while the choir sings the one 
hundred and sixteenth Psalm, 
"O praise the Lord, all ye na- 
tions," or the hymn, "Holy God 
we praise Thy name." 

Sayings of Father Paul About 

The saintly Benedictine, Fa- 
ther Paul of Moll, who died in 
1896, often asserted that the souls 
delivered from purgatory, by his 
prayers and penances, came to 
thank him. He used to say that 
a great many departed souls 
came to him to. ask his prayers 
for their delivery, and that at 
night his bed was surrounded by 
suffering souls. 

Father Paul said: "The souls 
in purgatory are aware of dis- 
cords between members of their 
family, and this knoledge in- 
creases their sufferings." 

To a lady who asked him if her 
mother was in heaven, he said: 
"Madam, your mother would al- 
ready be in heaven if she had not 
spoiled her children so much. 
She is still in purgatory, pray 
hard for her." 

Another saying of his: "A 
good means to avoid a long stay 
in purgatory is to die entirely 
resigned to the holy will of God." 

"One of the most serios draw- 
backs to the work of civilizing 
and educating our Indian popu- 
lation,"' says Secretary Hitch- 
cock in a recent report, "con- 
sists in facilities afforded them 
in all sections of the Indian 
country to secure intoxicating 

SEPTEMBER 15, 1908. 


Down the path toward the barn 
truged Uncle Hewitt, his lantern 
casting splashes of. light out into 
the darkness of that hour which 
comes just before daybreak. 

The wagon had been loaded 
with produce the night before, 
so that when he had harnessed 
old Bets he would be ready to 
start on his drive of t went v miles 
to the city. He was congratu- 
lating himself upon his early 
start when the kitchen door 
opened with a creak, and Aunt 
Mandy called in cautioas tones: 
'"Hewitt, O Hewitt, you'll be 
careful on the way home, won't 

"Yes, I'll be careful!'' he call- 
ed back, cheerily. 

"And don't you forget to put 
your money in the sack and pin 
it inside your vest with that 
safety pin I gave you.'" 

"I won't forget," he answered, 
. still walking on.. 

The kitchen door closed, then 
opened quickly with a decided 
squeak, and Aunt Mandy called, 
in an exaggerated stage whisper, 
"Hewitt, O Hewitt! and the whis- 
per reached him down the length 
of the yard. "What you want?" 
he asked crossly, for he did not 
like to be detained. 

"Are you sure you've got the 

"Yes, I'm just as sure of it as 
I've been every time I've started 
to the city for the last fifteen 
years, and just as sure I won't 
have any use for it, and I'll say 
right now that this is the last 
time I ever intend to carry the 
old thing along." 

He shut the yard gate with a 
bang that put a stop to all fur- 
ther warnings from the kitchen 

Out upon the road he started 
old Bets at a brisk trot, meaning 
to cover a good part of the drive 
belore the sun came up. 

His lantern cast shadows upon 
each side of the familiar road 
making it look strange and 

"Taint much wonder Mandy 
worries and feels uneasy about 
me," he mused. "As many trips 
as I make before day and after, 
night, it does seem a bit risky, 
and always coming home with 
money, too; but as for that high- 
wayman of hers that she's al- 
ways conjuring up,' that's to ri 

diculous for any use. I guess 
the day's past for highwaymen 
in this civilized country, least- 
ways round obout here," and he 
chuckled as he thought of the 
many times he had listened to his 
wife's admonition from the crack 
of the kitchen door 

The sun rose upon a glorious 
autumn morning, and Uncle 
Hewitt jogged along into the city 
in time for early market. The 
load of produce sold unusually 
well, and by a little after noon 
Uncle Hewitt was ready for the 
return trip. 

After he had passed the city, 
limits, he stopped old Bets by the 
roadside, and put the proceeds 
of his sales into the little bag 
stiched by Aunt Mandy's careful 
fingers for this purpose. He pin- 
ned the bag inside his vest with 
the safety pin, and then startet 
again on the homeward trip. 

When about half way home he 
saw in the road just ahead of him 
a dapper young man, who walked 
with a slight limp. As Uncle 
Hewitt drew up even with him, 
the stranger looked up and asked, 
with a pleasant smile. "Could 
you give a fellow a lift for a few 

Well, now, I reckon I can, if 
you think that riding behind old 
Bets will be any quicker way of 
getting over the road than walk- 
ing,' 1 Uncle Hewitt responded. 

It may not be any quicker, but 
it certainly will be easier for one 
who is slightly crippled, and I'm 
sure I am very grateful to you." 

"This ain't a stylish rig," Un- 
cle Hewitt said, as he moved 
over to make room for his pas- 
senger. "It's just my market wa- 
gon, but it's a good one, and has 
hauled many a paying load for 
me. ' 

The young man proved a good 
listener, and as Uncle Hewitt 
liked nothing better than a good 
listener, be waxed elojuent in 
his discriptioLS of the market 
business and the management of 
a paying truck farm. 

The young man asked such 
very intelligent questions at such 
opportune times that Uncle Hew- 
itts heart warmed towards him, 
and he was soon telling him with 
the utmost freedom of his sue 
cess of the day, of the early sel- 
ling out, and of the round _ sum 
the produce had brought him. 

The talk continued on various 
lines of farmwork, until in the 
midst of a dissertation on the 

value of rotten wood used as a 
fertilizer to start sweet potato 
beds properly, Uncle Hewitt was 
interrupted by the young man 
exclaiming, "Oh' what is that? 
Over there just beyond that big 
tree! Look quick!" 

Uncle Hewitt looked, but saw 
nothing unusual. When he turn- 
ed again towards his companion 
he saw somthing unusual — the 
muzzle of a shining revolver con- 
fronting him! 

The young man was smiling, 
and said, "I was out looking for 
game, and I am very lucky in 
finding you on one of your most 
successful days. No you needn't 
make any disturbance. I happen 
to know that the country is not 
thickly settled just here, and you 
can not obtain help. Just hand 
me the proceeds of today, please, 
and you may keep your watch 
and other valuables." 

Uncle Hewitt started to open 
his mouth, but the look in the 
yonng man's eyes and the little 
click near his own eyes caused 
him to open his vest instead, and 
hand over the little bag contain- 
ing the precious funds. 
The young man bowed politely; 
then as he climbed from the wa- 
gon, he said; "I wish to thank 
you for your kindness, and in re- 
turn give you a bit of advice. 
Don't make it a custom to take 
in strange passengers and give 
them your confidence. Good-by, 
Mr. Hayseed!" 

And he started back toward 
the city%-ith no sign of a limp. 

That appellation of "Mr. Hay- 
seed" was the last atraw added 
to Uncle Hewitt's blazing temper. 
It was bad enough to lose so 
much of one's hard earnings, but 
to be ridiculed afterwards was 
intolerable. He allowed old Bets 
to plot on, but reached down, and 
groping under the seat, brought 
out his old horse pistol, and slip- 
ping over the tail-board of the 
wagon, he started in pursuit of 
his former passenger. The rattle 
of the wagon and the thud of old 
Bets' feet drowned the sound of 
his approach as he gained on the 
fellow. He came up behind him, 
and shouted suddenly: — 

"Halt! throw up your hands, 
or you'll be a limping in earnest 
in a second!" 

Turning suddenly the young 
man felt the cold touch of the 
pistol against his forehead, and 
taken so by surprise, he obeyed 
orders as promptly as had his 

victim of a few moments earlier. 
The old pistol was certainly a 
most formidably looking weapon, 
and the persistency with which 
Uncle Hewitt pressed it to his 
forehead was terrifying to say 
the least. 

Crow Hill, N. D. Sept. 5, 1908. 
Kangi Paha Aug. 20, heehan 
Miniwakan Yatkesni Okodakici- 
ye mniciyapi qa en itancan piki- 
yapi qa dena wicayustanpi. 
John Strait itancan. John 

Twohearts mazaska awanyaka. 
Michael Hunt wowapi kaga. 

Miniwakan yatkesni okodaki- 
ciye kin de lianhiya ye tuka ka- 
tinyaniyopta e unkecinpi, qa mi- 
niwakan wastedake Hca wanjigji 
en ahiopapi hecen wanonyakapi. 
Tona Eyanpaha iyacupi kin 
woceki7>reon unyeksuyapi wacm. 
Michael Hunt. 

Kingi Paha N. D. Sept. 5, 1908. 
Peji maqupi. 
Benedict Sherman ohna wanji. 
John Sherman ohna wanji. 
•Nina pidamakiyapi. 

Father Jerome. 

A Life-Saving Station. 

A train was just starting to 
leave a suburban station, says 
The New York Tribune, when 
an elderly man rushed across 
the platform and jumped on one 
of the slowly moving cars. The 
rear-end brake -man, who was 
standing by, reached up just as 
the man got aboard, grabbed his 
coat tails and pulled him off. 
"There, " he said sternly, ' 'I have 
saved your life! Don't ever try 
to board a train that way again." 

"Thank you," said the old man 
calmly. "Thank you for your 
thoughtful kindness. It is three 
hours till the next train, Isn't it?" 

"Three hours and a quarter," 
said the brakeman, "but it is 
better to wait that length of time 
than to be killed." 

The long train, meanwhile, 
had been slowly gliding by, slow- 
ly gathering speed. Finally the 
the last car appeared. This was 
the brakeman's car, the one for 
which he had been waiting, and 
with the easy grace born of long 
practice, he started to step ma- 
jestically on it. 

But the old gentleman seized 
him by the coat, and with a 
strong jerk pulled him back, and 
held him until it was to late. 

"One good turn deserves an- 
other," said the old gentleman, 
with a smile. "You saved my 
life, I have saved yours. Now 
we are quits."